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trulybetty · 8 months

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oct' 02 x apple scent

Prompt: apple scent Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 908 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, mentions of food, implications of alcohol, Dieter's shameless flirting, hints at spice, but it goes no spicier than cinnamon for our favourite trash panda. this is fluff Summary: set who knows when in the Chiffon universe, slice of domesticity for one of my favourite character pairings

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The day had been long, too long.

The kind that sucked every ounce of energy out of you and still demanded more

The meetings were relentless, back to back, and some simultaneously both in person and over Zoom. By the time Bryony had closed the door to her office and waved good-bye to Tim at security she was well and truly drained.

The only thought that kept her going was the sanctuary of her sofa and the blissful idea that she could go completely off the grid until ten the next morning.

As she pushed open the heavy front door of home, her senses were instantly flooded with the comforting aroma of apples and cinnamon. Already halfway out of her jacket and kicking off her heels before the door had closed behind her, she called out into the house, “Dieter!” Her belongings dropped unceremoniously in the hallway as she headed toward the source of the scent.

In the kitchen, Dieter was busily putting the finishing touches on a home-cooked dinner, an apron wrapped around his waist.

The sight was enough to bloom the first genuine smile she’d had since she had left him reluctantly in bed that morning with his promise of an evening of just the two of them. But Bryony’s overrun day had put a shot to that, she was home three hours later than she was supposed to. It was just as dark out as it was when she’d left that morning.

“It really is infuriating how good you are at this stuff.” Bryony commented, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Jealous Daff?” Dieter quipped, turning to catch her in an embrace.

She raised an eyebrow. “No,” she grumbled but melted into the warmth of his arms, feeling the tension of the day drain away. “It’s like I have my own little Stepford wife.”

Dieter chuckled, “Ah, but unlike them, I come with added benefits.”

As she surveyed the kitchen, she had to admit: Domesticity looked good on him. She had wondered how he would fare taking a hiatus from acting, but he seemed to be thriving. She playfully reached for a piece of the pie's crust, only to be swatted away.

“Ah-ah,” Dieter swatted her hand away, winking, “good things come to those who wait.”

“Okay, fine,” she held up her hands in defeat, “I’ll wait.”

Dieter smirked and handed her a generously filled glass. The bubbles fizzed around the lime garnish and ice. She didn't need to taste it to know what it was. “Thank you, I appreciate it,” she said, taking a sip.

Throwing the dishcloth he'd been holding over his shoulder, Dieter's broad shoulders became even more pronounced under the fabric of his thin flannel shirt. “I don’t need to ask to know you likely forgot lunch, refused to ask your assistant to grab something and drank nothing but coffee all day.”

As if on cue Bryony’s stomach grumbled loudly.

“You know me too well,” Bryony remarked, holding the glass to her chest.

Dieter laughed, his eyes narrowing playfully, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I can read you like a book,” he paused for theatrics as he moved in closer to Bryony, “a very steamy, page-turning book.” he finished with a wink.

She rolled her eyes, not immune to the charm but too tired to engage fully. “Flatterer.”

“It's one of my many skills,” he winked. “Along with cooking, making women swoon, and being irresistible even in an apron. Does any of that ring a bell?”

“Mostly the apron,” she retorted with a cheeky smile, taking another sip of her drink. “It really does add a certain je ne sais quoi to the whole Bravo experience.”

Dieter leaned in, his voice dropping to a sensual murmur. “Oh, I've got plenty more experiences to offer, just say the word.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I'm too tired for experiences right now, and you know it.”

“Ah, so it'll have to be Dieter: The Home Edition tonight,” he grinned, planting a quick but tender kiss on her lips. “Go change, and let's have dinner.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching his for a moment. “I'm sorry for coming home late, I wanted to be here.”

His expression softened, his flirtatious air replaced by genuine warmth. “It's okay, Daff. I know how much your work means to you. Besides, this gives me an excuse to indulge you a bit.”

She smiled, genuinely touched. “I'll be right back.”

Despite the fatigue that was soaked into her bones Bryony headed up the stairs to their bedroom to change. Happy to shirk the confines of the semi-formal attire the day had called for and released from the restrictions of underwires, she changed into more comfortable clothes and headed back downstairs. As she re-entered the kitchen, Dieter was just placing the final dish on the dining table.

“Ready to eat?” he asked, the suggestive glint in his eye did not go amiss.

“Starving,” she said, taking her seat and reaching for her drink Dieter had brought to the table, “for food, mostly.”

“Mostly,” he winked as he sat across from her. “Well, the night is young, my love. Who knows what other appetites we might satiate.”

She couldn't help but laugh. “You're incorrigible.”

He raised his glass for a toast. “And you wouldn't have me any other way.”

“True,” she agreed despite shaking her head playfully, clinking her glass against his. “Very, very true.”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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son-fuori-di-me · 3 years

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"I had no idea I could change someone's life."

One Shot. Word Count | Around 3300. Description | <French female pov> you're visiting Rome for the first time, and you casually meet Damiano David the day before the Circo Massimo concert. The conversation takes a unexpected path.

Content | Real talk. No romantic development. * Expect French idioms and italian approximations from automatic translators

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"Bordel, c'est immense !" ("Holy cow, that's big !") I said, looking at the Circo Massimo.

It was my first time in Rome. Knowing Italy a bit, I expected a hell lot of sun, a delicious bunch of ice cream for each meal, and tons of pretty things to snap with my phone. Well, that was the plan for my first two days there. Cause Saturday would be a very different day. Saturday would be Måneskin day.

I've been waiting for so long to do this trip. And what a blast it has been for now. Took only a bag, my external battery, some makeup and my favourite clothes to finally discover this astonishing city. This was my first solo trip. I've always travelled with my family or my ex, but never on my own. For once, I could decide what I wanted to see, what I wanted to eat, when to take a break. And as there are plenty of things to see in Rome, i wanted to enjoy every second of my trip. I could focus my last day there solely to the Måneskin concert happening that Saturday night. But as I didn't want to leave anything to chance, I decided to precisely organize my last day, so I could visit a bit more - a get a last fantastic meal before the concert.

I got myself a gold pit ticket. I guessed that would mean I had a special queue. So on Friday night, as I was back from a late tour in town, I decided to watch more closely the Circo, to check for the entrances, and see how I could sharpen my organization and schedule for the next day.

"J'espère que je vais pas avoir à poireauter toute la journée, avec la chaleur qu'il va faire." ("I hope won't have to hang around here all day tomorrow, the weather's gonna be hot as hell")

It was almost 10 pm. I was getting closer to the Circo, trying to read the boards, but all was written in italian and didn't seem to concern the concert. And a year fangirling over Måneskin clearly wasn't enough to become fluent. I saw no sign mentioning "gold pit". So I decided I would ask around, with Google translate ready in my phone in case I couldn't find anyone speaking English.

I saw a guy sit on a bench, smoking. He was dressed in an ugly dark sweater, with the hood over a cap. He was either a drug dealer or a hobbo. My instinct as a girl living in Paris got the uphand and I decided to ignore the guy and try to find a woman instead, or maybe a group of locals, to get me the information I wanted. Unfortunately, after a good 20 minutes walking around and asking people, no one could tell me how to make sure I find the right queue for the concert. I was about to give up and head back to my airbnb and I saw a silhouette still sitting on a bench, near the Circo. It was the same guy from earlier. "Bon, je tente, s'il est trop chelou, je me barre." ("Well, might as well take the risk, if he's too much a weirdo, I clear off quickly.")

"Scusi, do you speak English ?" i said, getting closer to the guy, but still from a good distance in case it turned wrong.

"Pretty good. You need something ?" He was searching something in his pockets and reached his pack of cigarettes. His voice was deep, but gentle. He did look funny but didn't sound dangerous - i still didn't get too close as I hate the smell of smoke.

"Do you know well il Circo Massimo ? I'm going to a concert here tomorrow and I want to make sure I find the right queue, but they haven't installed any sign yet". I asked, showing the structure of the stage behind me.

"Cute accent, where are you from ?" he answered, completely ignoring my question.

"Well, I'm French. So, do you know il Circo ?" I preferred to quickly repeat my question to let him know I wasn't interested in whatever he was trying to.

"Ah, Bonjour ! I speak a little French !" He said, now reaching for his lighter.

"Yeeaaaah cool, but how about the Circo ? I'd like to be here early enough, but I don't know wh-" I froze as he lighted up his cigarette. It was brief, but with the spark, I saw his face for a second.

"Hm ? You don't know what ?" He asked, with a smirky voice.

"Mais naaaan ?" ("Dont tell me -") I let out that typical French astonished sound without thinking. "You gotta be kidding me !"

He laughed as I was getting a little closer, staring at him. With one hand, he was putting his lighter back in his pocket, with the other, he lifted a bit his cap. It was him. It was Damiano.

I felt my spine shiver with that uncomfortable sensation of being around someone famous. As a journalist, I had my lot of interviews, so I knew there's no point in changing behavior around such people. But I still was flabbergasted to see him.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you. Well, gotta say you're not dressed in your best outfit !" I chose the strategy of sass, to hide how impressed I actually was.

"That's my favourite sweater you're seeing me in, and I'm smoking hot in it" He said with a smirk, getting into the sassy game.

"Time off before the big day ?" I asked, completely forgotting about my initial request and switching to my interview mindset when I'm super focused about the conversation. "Shouldn't you be having a great night of sleep, to recharge your batteries ?"

"I don't feel like going to bed" He said, having no idea how the conversation would soon turn. Fortunately for him, I wasn't working in the music media industry. "That's quite a stage we're gonna play on."

I didn't know why he was talking to me about all of this. I didn't dare to ask him either. I just enjoyed the moment.

"Well, the Eurovision song contest was bigger, wasn't it ?"

"Hm, don't tell me about it, I still don't know how I managed that."

He suddenly had a strange tone in his voice. It didn't sound like the radiant and confident Damiano you see on Instagram stories or on TV interviews. I remembered where I heard him like that. In the 2019 documentary "This is Måneskin", the making of Il Ballo Della Vita album, in the sequence he's arguing with Vic on a train, as he tells her how anxious he can be get sometimes.

"Well, you did, didn't you ?" I put on a more serious voice. "And you had a ton more of pressure, representing your whole country ? So how a concert here in your home town could be worst than performing in front of all of Europe - not to say the whole world ?"

He was still smoking, listening in silence.

"Or maybe it isn't about how big the performance is but about performing in itself ? Why are you performing ? Why are you putting on a show ? All those fancy clothes and that makeup, who is it for ? For people to love you ? Or for you to love yourself ?"

Mais qu'est-ce que je branle ? Il va se barrer dans deux secondes, là c'est sûr (What the fuck am I doing ? He's leaving any second now.) I got a bit too excited about being able to share a few words with him. What's gotten onto me ? Well, let's go then.

"What is it you're running after ? Or running from maybe ? Some complex to compensate ? With all that smudge and confidence, that wouldn't surprise me."

He sat back on the bench. As he inhaled a deep breath of smoke, I saw a smile on his face. But I also saw his hand holding the cigarette shaking.

"Are you a psychiatrist or something ?" He simply said, as if he was trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.

I hesitated to tell him the truth. I was sure he would walk away the second he would know my actual job. Et puis merde, autant tout dire. (Well, fuck, might as well be honest.)

"Nope, I'm a journalist." I admited, as he looked right back at me with a surprised look. "Pretty much the same. We get appoitments with random people, listen to their life, observe their body language, and tell them our whole opinion about all of it, which might very well shape how they perceive themselves from now on."

"Only difference is that you don't have to keep anything secret. Right the contrary."

There. This was it. He was gonna leave now, for sure.

"Before you go, did I hit any truth ? Don't worry, I'm not in the music media industry, I won't write anything from our conversation." I hoped this information would save me a few more seconds with him.

He didn't answer right away. He didn't leave either. He kept looking at me, still smoking his second cigarette in a row now.

"Whatever it is you write about, I guess you must be good at it" he finally replied. "Cause you did score a few points."

Another short silence broke. As a fan, I was obsessed with his music, lyrics, and attitude. But catching a glimpse of what lied behind the glamour definitly caught my interest. I wanted to know more.

"Why are you here ?" I slightly deepened my voice, getting back to my interview tone, and kept on going with this as if that was usual business for me. "It's half past 10. You play on Rome's largest stage tomorrow. You surely better should be in bed, or be about to, before the big day."

In that moment, I had the upper-hand in the conversation. He was sat on the bench, I was on my feet in front of him, and therefore above him. Not the best approach to get someone's trust for an interview, but with a personnality like Damiano's, you gotta put your own show.

"I actually don't sleep much before big events like these" He finally answered, accepting his condition as an interviewee. "I don't sleep much at all."

"You're tend to insomnia ?"

"Not really, I just got used to 4-5 hours of sleep, that's it."

"Even during tours ? Cause this all sold-out European tour for Teatro d'Ira must have been exhausting".

"You have no idea, bellezza."

"So tell me." From there, I decided to change my strategy and sat on the ground, still in front of him, but giving him the upper-hand, to put on a more trustful atmosphere. "How are you doing ? And I don't mean, like casual 'yay, fine', I mean : how are you doing ?"

I still have no idea of my tactical move of giving him more space to express himself worked, or if he understood right away where I was leading him, but in the end, he still didn't seem bothered by this conversation we were having. In fact, it looked like he was enjoying it.

"I'm... content, I'd say." He paused, and I didn't interrupt him with another question this time. "I know I'm going through the life I wanted. The music, the tours, the praise. It's all I could have ever asked for."

D'accord, très bien, mais ? (Okey, very good, but ?) I stayed silent, but I couldn't help anticipating what he was saying.

"But surprisingly, sometimes it's still... unfulfilling. Like I can never be satisfied".

Repressing some Hamilton's lyrics from my mind, I innocently pretend I didn't fully understand what he meant - another journalistic technique, to get someone to repeat themselves with other words in order to get them deeper into their reflexion.

"What do you mean, "never be satisfied" ? You're on top of Spotify chart list, your albums are now platinum successes, you're winning awards. How is this not satisfying ?"

"It's just... What are all those things for ? Money ? Fame ? Yeah, I like those but..."

"Typical Capricorn" I muttered, to slide in the conversation that I actually knew pretty well my subject - my subject being him. He chuckled.

"Damn really ? Let me guess ? Aries ?"

"Pisces+Taurus, actually. So what, you don't like being famous ?" Getting back quickly into more questions - another technique to keep control over the rhythm of an interview.

"It's not that I dislike it. It's just... not always as fun as I thought it would be."

"What part of the job ? The writing and composing ?"

"No, that's the best part." He reached for a third cigarette. It was almost 11 pm now. "Vic, Thomas and Ethan. Måneskin. They're the best thing that ever happened to me".

"Then what, you feel like a fraud ?"

"Hell, no ! I'm exactly where I should be." He claimed, with a light pride tone.

"So, if you're proud of what you create, and if you love the people you create that with, then what is the matter ? If life is about getting the Bare Necessities, it seems like you got it all." Hitting with a universal - and musical - reference. Shoud do the trick.

"Hahaha ! Lo stretto indispensabile, si ! But life isn't that easy." He said laughing, as I felt he started to let go of the tension. "In real life, you get judged all the time, and people try to dismantle you, and spread rumors."

"I didn't think you'd be one to listen to people's comments about you".

"I'm not. I stopped giving credits to those. But it's still here, you know ?"

"From what I see, you're keeping it real, with lots of wisdom. I can't quite grasp what seem to bother you."

He paused, looking at his feet for a few seconds.

"I'm afraid it won't last." He finally confessed. "I'm afraid it all ends as quickly as it all started. I'm afraid people get bored. I'm afraid I become a caricature of myself. I'm afraid I can't write new songs. I'm afraid to be a shooting star, you see ? Very bright, but gone in a flash."

"Like, to be an Icare ? Or may I say "Ykaaar" like on your Instagram ?"

He chuckled again.

"Huh, I'm that obvious ?"

"Yeah, even a bit over-the-top, if I may dare say so."

"Well, I've always related so much with this mythological figure. I mean what's wrong with aiming for the Sun ?" He said, pointing a hand to the dark sky above us. From his attitude, I could tell he was way more relaxed than in the beginning. He even took his cap and hood off, so I could now see his face more clearly. His eyes were glittering. "Burning your wings... What's that morale supposed to teach us ? Be modest ? Be moderate ? Che noia !" (How boring !)

"Well don't be !" I felt almost like scolding him. "There's nothing wrong with seeking big dreams. As there's nothing wrong with this feeling of being outrun by your life. Savour the moment. Every second of it. It's because you can't know how long it may last that it tastes so good, so thrilling ! And you actually already are ten steps ahead ! Writing songs like ´Torna a casa' or ´Coraline' at, what, 19-20 years old ? You're the real deal, dude. And even if later on, you get blank page anxiety or write just good-enough songs, it's okey. You got plenty of time to make mistakes. Take the leap of faith. Failing and being a failure aren't the same. You learn, you grow from it. It's okey to doubt yourself, but please, don't ever doubt all the love and support you get."

I paused, hoping I didn't do too far and missed my point. But in a way, I could also feel I got it right. He was looking at the Circo, his eyes even more sparkling than before.

"I..." He got up, standing on the bench, looking as tall as a statue from my perspective. He came down and took a few steps. I got on my feet, starting to feel concerned about what I just said.

"I didn't know I needed to hear that." He finally confided. "I always wanna reach perfection. I'm aware I can be authoritative, sometimes even harsh, on the band. I can't accept to be a failure. But love and support, that, I can't get enough of."

I didn't respond. There was nothing to add. This instant felt like an hour. The wind was slightly blowing through the length of the Circo in front of us. His hair reflected the gentle light of the moon, only showing her first quarter. He broke the tranquility of the moment, turning and taking a few steps in my direction.

"Grazie mille" he said, his arms opened, calling for a hug.

"But, you're very welcome" I said approaching him, softly putting my arms on his back as he put his over my shoulders. The second before his face disappeared from my vision, i noticed a tear on his cheek.

"You've completed reset my mind. I feel like I can start all over again. I was anguished, trapped by my anxiety. But it's all gone now. You've changed me. Thank you, thank you so much" He affirmed full of hope, his voice shivering.

"Wow, well. I had no idea I could change someone's life." I answered, trying to hide how moved I myself was from the conversation.

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It was almost midnight now. We kept talking for a while, comparing life in Rome and Paris, exchanging what was our best concert experiences. But he still needed to get back home to rest before the concert, and I didn't want to arrive too late at my airbnb - even if I could have spent the whole night talking with him. Yet, to enjoy our last few minutes together, he offered to walk me back to where I was staying. It was just a 15 minutes walk, along the Tevere river bank.

"So tell me." he asked with a smirk. "How does the Bare Necessities go in French ?" He started to muffle the melody.

"Oh no, you don't expect me to actually sing it ?"

"Hehe, you got me into a therapy session, so I can get a little song from you, no ?"

"Damn, you. This is blackmail !" But drunk on the moment, I took a deep breath.

"Il en faut peeeeeeu pour être heureux, ("Look for the baaaaare necessities,") vraiment très peu pour être heureux, ("the simple bare necessities") il faut se satisfaire du nécessaire !" ("Forget about your worries and your strife")"

I started dancing along, if I had to be ridiculous, might as well utterly be. But he actually followed my lead, clicking his fingers.

"In fondo, baaaasta il minimo, ("I mean the baaaaare necessities") sapessi quanto è facile ("Old Mother Nature's recipes") Trovar quel po' che occorre per campar ! ("That brings the bare necessities of life !")

We kept on singing Disney songs for a few minutes as we walked at a slow pace - I was shocked he never saw Tarzan and immediately made him promise to watch it as i told him Phil Collins recorded all the songs in five languages, including Italian. When we finally reached my destination, we exchanged a last timid hug as farewell.

"Well, I'll see you on stage tomorrow." I told him as I crossed the street.

"And I'll look for you in the crowd !" He shouted with the brightest smile on his perfect face.

** the end **

#maneskin #damiano david #maneskin imagine #damiano david x reader #maneskin x reader #my writing

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keyrousse · 3 years

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First line meme

Big thanks to @nottonyharrison for the tag!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors!

When I started reading my first lines, I cringed at some of them, those from un-beta-ed fics in particular (I have a period of I-doubt-my-English-abilities) ;). Ah, well. People read them anyway.

Tagging @andordean, @marbienl13, @namesonboats and @merulanoir :)

So, okay, the opening lines of 20 of my latest fics (two of them were written in 2007, actually, but I put them on AO3 in 2019) under the cut:

1. It’s like having a target painted on our backs, Adon Carre thinks, his lips pursed and brow furrowed, as he looks at the whole set up: the three armoured vehicles, over twenty law enforcement officers and a government-issued cargo plane. (Consequences - "The Witcher" Modern!AU, sequel to "Appearances" below)

2. The Doctor doesn’t speak at all after they land somewhere remote to prepare the Master’s funeral. Jack and Martha help him as much as they can, setting up the funeral pyre, but they don’t touch the body. The Doctor’s the one who prepares it, wraps it and puts in on the pyre. (Exhaustion - "Doctor Who" s3 finale)

3. Hardy is pretty transparent, Ellie thinks, watching his slim back as he leans against the railing on the upper floor balcony of the station, head bowed, fingers interlocked, ankles crossed. While he can maintain the dead look on his face when he’s questioning potential witnesses, his overall reaction to the case is obvious. (The Shift - "Broadchurch" post s3, sequel to "The runner" below)

4. The day at the beach after Joe’s ‘banishment’ (Ellie prefers the term ‘send-off’) is both joyful and weird. Joyful because they are together, Ellie with her sons, Beth with her family. Weird because Beth does something that isn’t typical for her: she takes Ellie aside and apologises for how she treated Ellie after Joe’s arrest. (The runner - "Broadchurch" pre-s3)

5. One blink and Ciri crashes into something wooden and blue, with a blinking light on its roof and a weird metallic sound coming out of it; she bounces off and lands on the sandy ground, her head spinning, hands and clothes covered in dirt. (The Jump - The Witcher Modern!AU/Doctor Who s2 crossover :) - probably my favourite. This one wrote itself like a movie)

6. “Miss Venger, how long had you been married to Mister Haute?”

“Fifteen years. We divorced two years ago.”

“What was the reason of the divorce?”

“Incorrigible differences.”

“Noticed after fifteen years?”

“After one year, if not sooner.” (Appearances - "The Witcher" modern!AU)

7. “She’s cold, and lifeless. She must have died shortly before we arrived.” (Whumptober 2019 - "The Witcher" - this line is translated from TW3 actually. My whump is more angsty than whumpy and that was the first time I wrote on prompts)

8. “My Lord, we still don't know how Principality Aziraphale and demon Crowley escaped punishment.” (In accordance to... - "Good Omens")

9. Year 1268

[some fragments illegible due to ink smudges and water stains] To the witchers from Kaer Morhen in Kaedwen, by upper reaches of Gwenllech

It is with great sadness and sorrow

that I must inform you

that our mutual acquaintance, [illegible] in arms, dear friend, brother,

witcher Geralt of Rivia, known as the White Wolf

was killed [illegible, later a different ink used] two days ago during the pogrom in Rivia,

while defending the non-humans from the mob.

May [illegible] consolation,

that during his last moments he was surrounded by family and friends. (Bits from the Path - "The Witcher" books and games. The first time I wrote for that fandom in English: translated from "Urywki ze Szlaku" below. Sorry to all the people who watched the Netflix show but haven't read the books. ;) )

10. Siedział przy swoim biurku z głową opartą w dłoniach, palcami zanurzonymi we włosach. Czuł się parszywie. Wielokrotnie sobie powtarzał, że nie powinien, że zrobił wszystko, co mógł, że nie pozostało mu nic innego, jak oddać tę pacjentkę komuś bardziej doświadczonemu... Co za ironia. Ordynator powinien być najbardziej doświadczonym lekarzem na oddziale, a kartę pacjenta przejął jeden z jego podwładnych. (Nic nie rób - "House, MD". One of the two fics written back in 2007/2008. Yes, it's in Polish. Yes, it's a case fic. I was very busy studying dentistry at the time. Sequel to "Stanąć na nogi" below)

11. - Chciałbym zacząć, kiedy stanę na nogi – rzekł wtedy ze spojrzeniem wbitym w podłogę.

- Pański gabinet będzie na pana czekał – skinęła głową. (Stanąć na nogi - "House, MD". Written as the first of two season 0 episodes of the show.)

12. Walsh was wiping the counter and still smiling after Allison's visit, when he heard the door opening. He looked up.

"Delahoy, hi," he greeted. Eric nodded and shook Walsh's hand. He sat heavily by the counter, not looking at Jason. (Secrets - "The Unusuals". There was this short-lived TV show with Jeremy Renner)

13. „Co ja zrobię z winnicą?”, zastanawiał się Geralt, idąc na ciężkich nogach w stronę miejsca w ogrodzie pałacowym, gdzie zostawił Płotkę.

Kiedy kilka godzin wcześniej otrzymał akt nadania mu posiadłości, pierwszym problemem były zwłoki hrabiego de la Croix w piwniczce i strażników na dziedzińcu. Potem, oczywiście, pojawiły się inne, więc kwestia szokująco stałej kwatery została zepchnięta na dalszy plan. (Dom Wiedźmina - "The Witcher" - TW3 game during and after B&W)

14. Jaskier nie zwrócił uwagi na wysokiego, chudego, kompletnie siwego mężczyznę, który kręcił się po rynku. Był zbyt zajęty uderzaniem do pewnej urodziwej panny i potem uciekaniem przed jej braćmi.

Ów wysoki, chudy, kompletnie siwy mężczyzna zwrócił jednak uwagę na Jaskra. I wyłapywał w tłumie jego purpurowy kapelusz z piórem, uśmiechając się do siebie nieco kąśliwie. Siwy chudzielec miał nosa do kłopotów, a ten poecina w purpurze aż się o nie prosił. (Urywki ze Szlaku - "The Witcher" books and games - the beginning of my adventure in that fandom :) )

15. Chas waits for him at the airport.

The patient, reliable, forgiving six foot six and a half inches man, stands by the Arrival gate with his hands in his pockets. Didn't change at all. (Walls crumbling - Constantine (TV)/Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior crossover. Matt Ryan phase :) )

16. “Hello, Molly, can we talk?”

She was tempted to close the door, but Sherlock looked tired and resigned – at least he wasn't high. (Overdue conversations - "Sherlock". I have the last two chapters saved somewhere, I wasn't motivated to post them at the time. People didn't care anyway. Maybe for the better...)

17. When we first met Garry Miller, he was oozing confidence. Even on the photo Bec showed us, there was a little confident smirk on his face. It was a face of a man who knew what he wanted and how he was going to get it. Not to mention, handsome and somewhat exotic. (Crash course - "Blue Water High". I had a Craig Horner phase, too.)

18. They separated when they heard voices coming towards them. They found Richard's belongings in an adjacent chamber. Richard dressed quickly and they set to leave. On their way out they encountered only a few guards who were not hard to fight off. Soon, Richard and Kahlan ran into the woods. (A bit of a coddling - "Legend of the Seeker". Craig Horner phase, as I said. Never finished watching the show.)

19. Solo zdecydowanie wzbudzał emocje.

Pierwsze, co poczuła Gaby, kiedy pojawił się w jej życiu, to irytacja. Amerykanin, ważniak, który coś od niej chciał, nie przedstawił się od razu, nie zdradzał swoich planów, rozbił jej samochód, nie spełnił obietnicy o hoteliku, ugotował risotto śmierdzące stopami (chociaż całkiem smaczne, kiedy wreszcie odważyła się je spróbować). (Nietykalny - "The man from UNCLE")

20. Ostatnich pięć lat „odsiadki” Napoleona zleciało błyskawicznie. Solo by w ogóle przegapił dość ważną datę zakończenia odbywania kary, gdyby nie to, że Waverly pilnował tego terminu lepiej od niego. Na kilka dni przed końcem wyroku przeniósł ich zespół (i siebie) do siedziby U.N.C.L.E. w Nowym Jorku i po cichu zadbał o to, by ich trójka nie miała nic konkretnego – w sensie misji – do roboty. (Okres przejściowy - "The man from UNCLE")

#ask meme #fanfiction #my fic #about me

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dojaeism-archived · 4 years

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OMG I AM SO SORRY I tend to talk so much, you might be writing more because of that :( I can't promise short length but I'll try to restrict my fingers from typing out too much (she says as she types this nonsense that uses a bajillion words already 💔) I've been looking after myself, don't worry~ there's just a lot to do as both my parents work and my elder sister and I mostly try to manage our younger siblings and stuff haha Ah, I get that; glad to know you still like doing it! - ❄️

sorry for taking so long to respond omgg but hi!!!

asfhgjsadkj I'm no one to get excited over T^T the ones I am currently mostly active on are 2 out of ig 5-6 blogs? I rarely post on main but you'll see me do something once every blue moon haha Ooh what do you like cooking most then? I make cheesecake myself at home from yogurt instead of cream cheese and it's very light so I can easily eat a slice ^^ I don't like sweets much so it's rare I even have something that isn't on the more bitter or tart side (even then very picky hehe) - ❄️

Quiche is definitely something you should try; it's basically a savoury pie! Stews are awesome too; if you're a person who likes deep flavours but not in watery form (e.g soups, broths) like me, then that's the perfect option as it's consistency is gravy-like and packs a punch Lol they put zero effort in even trying to know their way around the kitchen so when they're forced to do so in the future, they'll definitely get the hang of it :) - ❄️

haha I'm the kind of person who disappears for days/weeks and then mass produces gifs when they return (as explicitly told by my friend) but I quite enjoy it (*^w^) I think giffing for 1-2 groups specifically made me use so much time that I rarely gif others unless I have the time to; but I do wanna try to gif exo more... I gif txt and stray kids! (and some others on and off on my multi blog) - ❄️

I look forward to becoming friends with you too~ haha merci beaucoup; je fais de mon mieux! Those two were like the only games I liked (the puzzle parts though, not much of the fighting Lol) OOF that's a lot, I hope you didn't lose too much sleep for that! Thank you, good luck with your classes and I hope this year passes by nicely for you (also I deeply apologise because I said I wouldn't talk too much but I'm kinda sure I surpassed the normal word limit 😶) - ❄️

please don’t apologise for talking too much omg i love love hearing what you have to say!! you’re always welcome to send as many asks as you’d like hehe and im glad to hear that you’re taking care of yourself!

jkfgnkjfg i know what u mean, i have like 6 sideblogs and i am allllll over the place for all of them LOL either way, im excited to find out who you are!!!

i don’t think i really have a favourite dish, cooking still isn’t my thing tbh i’d rather eat than cook 😭 i only did it bc my parents were like “u gotta show us what u learnt all this time away at uni” and i was like “omg.. here eat this! now leave me alone!” LMAO but its interesting that you make cheesecake from yoghurt :0 i might try that to see if it turns out better!!!! quiche sounds nice! its kinda hard to get stuff like that and pie/stews etc here bc its not very common so i’ll have to see :0

ohh i get u!!!! when i initially started giffing i’d do it for like 6/7 hours a day no kidding, i literally just sat there and giffed all day (to the point where i had a permanent cramp in my hand) but now im like hmm here’s a gifset once a year maybe haha but i almost exclusively only gif jaehyun lol its kinda tragic 😭 im currently trying to gif more people on my sideblogs bc i’ve always wanted to gif them but the jaehyun tunnel vision is so real 😩 its so ironic that chanyeol is my ult but i have never giffed him ever in my life LMFAOOO i really gotta change that….. but omg i love stray kids!! well i solo stan felix actually but they’re all cute!! id love to get into giffing them!!! i don’t really know txt though, but people are always saying lots of lovely things abt them hehe

omg im the opposite! i hate the boring story bits of games lol i always just skip to the fighting bit… idk how familiar you are w genshin but they have like story quests right and i generally just ignore everything and just go around looking for people to fight lmaoo

thank you! its kinda crazy bc i slept like 4 hours the past 3 days but its the weekend now so im gonna catch up on some sleep hehe i hope you’re staying warm (if its cold where you are) and remember to drink lots of water & stay safe!! also its always always okay for you to send in as many asks as you like, i love talking to you 🥰

#❄️ anon #exolsecretsanta #anonymous #replies

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spootiliousrps · 5 years

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My first Drarry

Stranger: ((Post DH. Not est. 8th year.)) Sharing a common room with the other repeating students wasn't actually awful. He had his own private bedroom, at least. He was only there to satisfy his probation, which meant when he wasn't in class or in his room... that was his only real option. So two months in, he was actually used to reading and ignoring the other students milling about. It would drive him mad, just being alone in his room all the time. Some of the others were playing some sort of game. Weasley was made to wear his trousers as a shirt and vice versa. Granger had to recite the alphabet backwards. Draco rolled his eyes. Silly. He tunes them out. Then an apparently slightly tipsy Blaise is tugging at his ankle and he kicks him in the shoulder, about to tell him to piss right off, when he hears that apparently it was Potter's turn. And the prompt was 'The person to your left has to talk dirty to you' Blaise succeeds in yanking him off the couch and onto the floor with the rest of them. "Oi! You mother- What?" He looks around. Then to his right. Potter. "... Oh, come on. I'm not even playing." He sighs, hangs his head in one hand, kicks Blaise again when he keeps tugging at him, and looks at Harry. "... How long do I have to talk?" Blaise supplies, "Until he can't keep a straight face any more." And Draco sighs. "Fine. Get over here, I'm not going to shout pillow talk at you."

You: [reading]

Stranger: ((Thanks! Sorry about lack of separation I'm on mobile. Also I have another prompt, if you'd rather.))

You: [No worries!]

You: [I love this! LOL... bare with me its been some time since I've been in the fandom and honestly this is my first Drarry ^^; ]

Stranger: ((Nah dog no worries right back atcha. Heads up Draco is gonna speak some French later do you want ooc translations ou non? PS my French is Not Great so bear with me.))

You: Harry listened to the others rambling off, a small amused smile playing on his lips as his gaze followed each person in turn. It wasn't until Blaise turned it from harmless amusement to something dirty and embarrassing. To top it all off he had yanked Draco in to all this. His brows furrowed at the words but he wouldn't back down if the blonde didn't.

"Fine. But I doubt shouting is going to work." Harry huffed, glaring off in the opposite direction.

[No worries. I took a few years of French but I'm pretty shite at it so ooc trans would be very appreciated. ^.^]

Stranger: Draco rolls his eyes and leans forward to tug Potter closer to him, until their knees almost touched. "There we are. Now I don't have to shout." He paused. "Does it have to be in English?" He glances around. Blaise is /cackling/. He gets a few shrugs. "... Est-ce que quelqu’un parle français? Non?" He looks around the group. No one seems to know what he said, "Ta mère est une sale pute" he tries glancing around, then directly at Granger, "... et tu peux sucer ma jolie bite rose. No, nothing?" He eggs on, and she actually shrugs at him. "Why would I know French?" Draco scoffs. "Ah yes because you have abaolutely no arbitrary knowledge bumping about that brain of yours." He tolls his eyes, then he's looking around again, blank faces. "So... ne pas de problem? Bien." He looks back to Harry. "Ready?"

Stranger: ((Does anyone speak French? No? Your mother is a dirty whore (possibly bitch?) And you can suck my pretty pink cock. So... No problem? Good.))

Stranger: ((Testing to see if anyone would react to him throwing insults around was then going idea there. This way if you want anyone to say they know any specific word or something you can))

You: [Got it ^.^]

You: Harry tensed as he was yanked forward, heart beginning to race a bit. He didn't pull away as his own gaze followed Draco's to each individual. He waited until Draco spoke once more before mumbling a few words under his breath. It was a small incantation he had learned during the Triwizard Tournament to translate for one of the French speaking students. It would only last a short time but it would do the trick. The words where practically a whispered and he wasn't sure if anyone heard it but it was worth a shot.

[That is... if this is okay. If you don't want Harry knowing, thats fine too. :3]

Stranger: ((No omg that is fantastic. And hilarious Draco is bout to say some DIRTY shit lol))

You: [lmao!]

Stranger: He heard Harry speak, but didn't quite catch it. "... Alright." He rolls his eyes, and under the protection of the fact that Harry wouldn't understand him anyway, he licks his lips and leans in a bit, some of his weight on his hands, and he pitched his voice soft, "Tu veux m'enculer, Potter?" He asks, and even Harry's last name rolls off with an accent. "Tout ce que tu as à faire, c'est.. demander gentiment.." His lips twitch there, teasing, a bit wicked, "Tu sais... Je pourrais juste vous laisser." He throws in a lovely little look at him, through his lashes. The room is too quiet suddenly. And the way Potter is looking at him is... almost like.. He knows what he's just said.

Stranger: "D'you wanna fuck me, Potter? All you'd have to do, is.. ask nicely.. You know... I just might let you."))

Stranger: ((The word he used for fuck actually might translate more directly to bugger))

Stranger: ((In fact scratch that f word it would translate to bugger))

You: Harry's gaze was focused on the floor as Draco began to speak, there was something about the way the accent rolled off the other man's tongue in a way that made Harry want to shiver. Draco had always been attractive... and frustrating... but he had purposefully never considered him like that. But when the question left his lips, Harry's gaze shot up to meet his. Still, Harry was fairly good at schooling his features; keeping them from showing any real reaction. To everyone else, it was as if he was simply listening to the words he didn't understand. It was all in good fun after all... he couldn't believe any word of it... right?

You: [Kk]

Stranger: Harry actually managed to keep a straight face through all that, so Draco sighs. He probably didn't understand him after all. He wonders if he should just say something shocking in English to make him break, but there was supposed be a 3 minute timer anyway so it hardly mattered. "... Ton yeux vert es.. beau, vraiment. Je ne sais pas.." He shakes his head, just a little, a movement so subtle it was barely there, a subconscious little thing. "Je ne sais pas... Je ne puis me détourner.." he laughs, a breathy little chuckle. And somehow he was just. It all just came out, "Ils sont si verts.. t'es un sacré pagaille.. mais... t'es charmant. C'est terrible..."

Stranger: "Your eyes are gorgeous, honestly. I don't know... I don't know.. I just can't look away sometimes. They're just so green. You're such a damn mess... but... You're charming. It's awful."))

You: Harry's brows furrowed a bit more in confusion, though it no doubt seemed as if it was simply because he didn't understand and in a way he didn't. Draco's words didn't make any sense. He comprehended them but not there meaning... it just... couldn't be right. Still, his emerald gaze seemed to darken with intensity as if he were searching for something that could only be found in the mirrored blues. Other than the furrowed brow, however, he gave no other reaction to the words. [I feel like I'm leaving a lot of this to you and for that I am srry ^^; ]

Stranger: Three minutes was apparently more than Draco thought. Blaise behind him says something about Draco not getting anywhere and he rolls his eyes. "I'm just wearing the bloody clock down." He lies, and somehow looking at Harry's confused expression just. Hurt. It felt like he knew what Draco was saying but just, couldn't even comprehend it. And suddenly he felt disgusted with himself, it was an old feeling. For a split second, it shower on his face, and he looked down, then back up at Harry, "Sod it." He rolls his eyes, all snark and none of the flirtation or the hurt and shame that had been there before, he just leans in real close, back arched, and honestly dramatically, he moans out, "Oh, /Potter/" as he basically flops down, rolling as he went so he was almost, almost laying his head in his lap. He was careful not to actually touch him. "All I want is your big, fat, Saviour cock in me." Which at the very least gets a hearty laugh out of Blaise, and Pansy, and even Longbottom chokes on a chuckle. Weasley and Granger both just choke, "/Pleaase/ pump one of your /perfect/ loads in me," he writhes on the floor next to him, hands roaming over his own body dramatically, with a frankly /perfect/ pork star moan, "Oh, Merlin, I /need/ it Potter, save me, Chosen One, save me with your /massive cock/"

Stranger: ((pork star is officially my favourite typo of ALL time))

Stranger: ((Porn***))

You: I

You: am

You: fucking

You: dying

You: LMAO

Stranger: XDDD over just pork star or over Draco's display??

You: [Mostly the pork star but Draco's display is perf. *applauds*]

Stranger: ((Yeah no pork star is fucking typo gold))

You: [Agreed!]

You: Harry waited, practically hanging on for the next word. There was a brief moment of silence before the moan of Harry's name filled the room and he frowned, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He watched Draco's ridiculous display, his frown only deepening before he gave his own eye roll. "You win." He stated flatly as he pushed to his feet, obviously done with it all. Draco's drastic change had gotten to him. He was confused and suddenly exhausted.

Stranger: "Oh, come on!" He laughs, watching him go. "That was /funny/." He says, grinning a bit hollowly up at him, upside down on the floor. His hair was longer, worn a bit loosely, he hadn't been bothering with doing much to it, so it was spread out under his head in a white-blonde, wavy halo. "Don't you think I'm pretty, Potter?Tu as écouté si attentivement à Mon français" he taunts, "Am I not good enough in the Queen's English, Potter?"

Stranger: ((You listened so carefully to my french"))

You: Harry gave a dismissive wave, as he turned to storm towards his room. He paused at the sound of the French once more, his annoyance only growing with the words.He turned on his heel with a glare, just inside the thresh hold towards his room. "C'est simplement parce que vous étiez plus intéressant en français." He shot back, only wanting to wait long enough to catch Draco's reaction before he would disappear down the hall.

You: [still with me?]

Stranger: It was, admittedly, a bit clunky. And formal. And it didn't sound conversational or casual. And his accent was... awful. Draco's mouth snapped shut, though. Because that was definitely French. And. Oh. Oh, fuck. There was the look of utter shame, again. Blaise is laughing, "look at Malfoy's /face/ oh, Merlin. You poncey bastard." And. Okay. That was about all he could take. He sits up, "You know what, Zabini? Go fuck yourself gently with the business end of a dragonhide mace, you smarmy cunt." And now it's Draco's turn to storm off. He bumps against Potter on his way to his room and mutters, "You're a right foul git, Potter." As he goes. There's a pause, throughout the room. Draco's door slams. Neville pipes up, "... He left his book..."

You: Harry didn't move to stop him, just shot him another glare as he pushed by. He should just leave it at that. He should have never used that stupid spell... It was better not know. Besides, his French was bad even to his ears; the spell had done just enough to get him by at least. His attention went from the door to Draco's room back to the common area at Neville's words and after a moment's hesitation he strode back to the boy and offered his hand out for the book silently.

Stranger: Neville looks a bit uncomfortable. But then he hands the book over. "I... didn't know you spoke much French, Harry." He says. Hermione looks surprised, too. Ron scoffs. "Bloody hell if he was saying anything like that in French I don't know how you kept such a straight face.." And cue Blaise, "What DID he say?"

You: Harry took the book, and flipped through the pages briefly, not making eye contact with anyone.. "I don't." He answered Neville, "And he didn't." He answered Ron before completely and obviously ignoring Blaise, before turning back towards his room, book in hand.

You: Draco obviously didn't expect anyone to understand his words which meant they were private. Harry might not quite understand what they all mean but he knew it wasn't for any of them to know at the moment.

Stranger: Draco was leaning out his window, cigarette hanging off his lip, a hand in his hair. He'd shut the door but- shocker. He wasn't allowed a lock. He'd already been barefoot and timeless, out there. (He recalls the first time Potter had seen Draco walk out of his room like that. He stared at Draco's feet for an uncomfortable amount of time. Until Draco had finally said 'what did you think I just had little pegs that expensive shoes attached to?" And he'd actually gotten something almost like a laugh) The memory makes him groan, now. Sucking a drag off his cigarette and thumping his head against the windowsill. He was already more undressed, now, having immediately shucked his trousers and pulled on a thick jumper. It was dark blue and had a cowl neck, wide sleeves, and he'd yet to bother with pulling anything on over his trunks.

Stranger: ((To remove confusion bc I've no idea where you're from precisely and am not actually sure how common the term is or who would even know this trunks are basically pants somewhere between boxer briefs and reg. Briefs. An American once asked why he had a swimsuit on when I used the term xD))

You: [XD lol I'm from Texas but I actually watch way to much British Television but I really do appreciate the clarification. I remember the first time I actually had to have someone clarify. It was pretty embarrassing lol]

Stranger: ((I live in the states now but spent some of my childhood in Manchester so everything is all screwy. Half the time I'm positive something is American slang and am dead wrong. I called fireworks bangers once and was greeted with so many chuckles.))

Stranger: ((Then i said "Oh you thought i meant sausages" and there were even MORE laughs))

You: Harry stepped into his room, book tucked under his arm, closing the door behind him. He gave a huff as he plopped onto the bed, stretching out a bit as he stared up at the ceiling still frustrated. Did Draco really think that about his eyes? Did it really matter? Surely it was just one of those passing thoughts that everyone had. Kind of like the way he could appreciate the way Draco's shirts squeezed his upper arms so well or his perfectly form fitting jeans... okay no. He gave another huff, kicking off his shoes. This was just stupid he just needed to forget about it.

He sat there for some time, trying to do just that, distracting himself the best he could with anything he could think of; like reciting the alphabet backwards like Hermoine had or listing every spell he knew by heart... but after a bit he finally threw in the towel and pushed to his feet, collecting the book he had tossed on his nightstand and heading across the hall. He'd just knock on the bloody door and demand to know what it was all about... Right... Easy...

Still he hesitated, lifting his hand only to pause... try again... same result. Finally he gave a curse under his breath and knocked.

You: [Lol I love it! Thats super cute. I actually started using the word trouser instead of pants a long time ago and everytime I had to write an order form for uniforms at work I'd get made fun of lol. All in good humor of course.]

Stranger: Awe lol s'cute. Brb I have to ice my arm))

You: [???]

Stranger: ((I broke my elbow))

You: [Oof. Srry to hear that.]

Stranger: ((Still healing lol))

Stranger: ((Well dislocated it. It happens. ))

Stranger: ((I have a joint thing in one arm. ))

You: [Sounds painful]

Stranger: ((Oh 10/10 worst pain of my life. ))

You: [<3]

Stranger: By the time Harry knocked Draco was starting his second cigarette, though it wasn't lighted yet. He rolls his eyes. It's probably Pansy, trying to worm her way back into his good graces. "What." He says flatly as he yanks the door open, still not wearing any trousers. And that was Potter. At his door. He drops his cigarette. "... um."

You: Harry had planned on exactly what he wanted to say but as Draco pulled open the door, all coherent thought left him; his gaze lowering to take in the other boy's state. His stare lingered briefly before he cleared his throat and glanced away. What was he doing? Oh the book! Right! He lifted the book high enough to almost use as a barrier between them, gaze still averted. He didn't say a word, still unable to.

Stranger: He bends, picks up his cigarette and snatches the book away from him, hastily, slamming the door in his face right after. He smacks himself in the face. Stupid. Fucking. Stupid. He pulls a pair of sweats on, they were knee length, sinched at the ends and lacing up the front. He swings the door open again. "Ta." He says, and then goes to swing the door shut again.

You: Harry did /not/ want to watch Draco bend to pick up the fallen fag, absolutely NOT. He didn't have long to think about it before the door was being slammed in his face. He blinked, staring at the polished wood dumbly before it opened again. He let the other boy close it in his face once more, jaw setting in annoyance. Fine. Obviously he was indeed over thinking it.

"You're welcome!" He called loudly, tone exposing his mood. "Prick." He grumbled more under his breath as he turned back across the hall.

Stranger: The door doesn't open but Draco's voice is clear enough, "Fuck you too Potter! You don't get to be pissy at me right now!" And there's a thump. He threw something at his door. You know. Like an adult.

You: That did it! "Oh?! And why is that?!" He snapped in return, from where he stood in his doorway. "Because you're having your own tantrum! I was just returning your book you knob!"

You: [I'm going to have to go soon. But I don't want this to end T.T could we continue elsewhere?]

Stranger has disconnected.

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sambart93 · 5 years

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2019.03.12 NakamaruKun no Tanoshii Jikan 3 [Report]

So of course I went to this, and of course it was great! Let’s get right to it!

If you don’t know what this is, this is basically a one man show with Nakamaru who produces and performances basically all of it. The first one was back in 2008, and then he did another in 2017 and finally this one in 2019. The main ‘plot’ is basically just Nakamaru showing us things that he thinks about or that he finds interesting. It’s really random, really funny, and a lot of fun!

☆ The show opens with him, of course, doing a beatbox performance to get us all in the mood. But shortly after that we get into the first part/corner of the show.

☆ The first part of the show is him waking up at home (in bed, IN pajamas!) and the theme is: Relatable things that happen at home. So we had things like ‘hitting the snooze button but getting up anyway... forgetting you’d hit the snooze button and getting angry when it goes off..... getting angry when it goes off for the third time.... splashing your face with water three times.... talking to your pet plant... watching the news and making a commentary as you watch.... negatively ridiculing the experts on tv....’ and then there were some Nakamaru only ones such as ‘washing your hands after you touch your phone every time,’ and ‘being able to change quickly because you’re an idol’. Also during this segment, his ringtone AND his alarm tone was him beatboxing which I think is hilarious xD

The main theme is that Nakamaru’s manager has gotten sick so Maru has to do his schedule alone for the day, so we go through his day.

☆ So his first plan of the day is to do a TV news recording called YuIchi (a parody of his actual show Shuichi). He is pre-warned that the host and the guest (which are both projection mappings of him in different outfits xD) can be a little odd so he goes in prepared. But what he gets is more ridiculous than he expected. They talk about nonsensical topics, such as the new auto-parking cars (but the VTR shows the car banging into the nearby cars), and a straw to suck up curry. The other two think these are amazing ideas, while Maru is sat there in disgust and tsukkomi-ing (negatively commenting and scolding) throughout the entire thing.

☆ Then the scene changes completely and it turns into a boxing arena-type setting and Maru walks through the audience area in his boxing shorts and dressing gown. And this is where his infamous bra hook undoing challenge comes in (in an interview for Tanoshii Jikan 3, he said that the staff actually suggested he do this segment because it had become so popular with the fans xD) so he had to unhook as many bras as he could in 60 seconds. His goal is 60, but unfortunately he only got 55 this show.

☆ So after that, his next schedule is to check on the new album and songs. The new album has 8 songs and they’re all remixs of KAT-TUN songs. They were absolutely hilarious! And you could tell a lot of it was influenced by West/Shige (who’s worked with Ueda on Setsuyaku Rock), because we had things like: Real Face West Japan Ver. which was Real Face sung in Kansai-ben/dialect. We had LIPS Eating Edition, which had the sound of someone eating crisps just after Kame’s opening line but before the guitar kicks in. We had Keep the Faith Fan Edition. which was Male Ouendan Chants (it was absolutely hilarious! Maru said ‘the fans would never cheer like this,’ but to be honest, if you asked us to, we would!). We also had (either) White X’Mas or One Drop that was sung in an old Enka/Opera style. The remixs were absolutely hilarious! And so much fun to listen to! Also the new album ‘covers’ were the old grey silhouette style when JE wouldn’t allow previews on the internet. And then the LE edition had the actual member photos but it was Maru as all three of them. Maru turned to his producer and said ‘there’s no way in hell Kame and Ueda would do this (dress up as each member). Ueda would punch you if you told him to,’ which was hilarious because it’s so true! Only Maru would be up for doing this!

☆ Then we had a Metal Gear Solid inspired segment (calling back to UNION and CAST when they did impersonations of this game’s voices) where Maru used the ‘!’ sound and image, and he was dressed up in a MGS-like outfit. Here he did the questioning segment. So here are the question he got that day:

Question One: Is there a role from the other two’s dramas/movies that you want to do? -- Yokai Ningen Bemu. Even though Bem wants to be human, it’d be fun for me to become a yokai every week. Also... OreOre, but that would be very tiring to film. Kame did 23- *audience member yells 33* -- ah sorry, he did 33 different characters. It would be interesting to film though.

Question Two: Do you have an idea about your next solo song? -- I haven’t decided anything yet. I always think of doing a ballad or something because of my age, but then when it comes to the concerts, I really want to dance! So I always do a dance song with a high tempo.

Question Three: What’s your favourite underwear for women? -- I’m an idol so I can’t answer that! If I answer, everything’ll get blown out of proportion. Next question please ^_^

Question Four: What’s your favourite Dialect (in Japan)? -- I love all dialects. I’m from Tokyo so hearing them just sounds so cute. I guess, Kyuushuu’s dialect is nice. Around Kumamoto and Fukuoka is good. They say stuff like ‘~to! ~to!’ (at the end so) it’s really cute.

I did have a question prepared just in case but luckily my seat number wasn’t pulled out! PHEW!

☆ The next section, Maru goes to a voice recording and he has 4 different clips to voice (all the voices in the clip) for. Me explaining it isn’t going to do any justice at all. But the first clip was of a man being pulled over by an officer, and Maru voiced it so that the two characters were talking about Point Cards xD then next clip was two men meeting and Maru made it into a ‘oh this is my first time meeting you. It’s great to see you again even though this is our first time hehe’ type of thing. The third clip had a couple in a bath and he made it into a ‘so you only like guys with brains? But I have no brains! Are you gunna leave me?! So you’re saying you should have brains too?!’ and unfortunately I don’t remember the fourth clip.

During the curtain call, he told us that he and the staff had actually spent a week going through about 130 or so videos, and buying copyrights to a bunch of them so they could use them for this segment. He said he was going crazy after that week xD

☆ Then we get to the climax corner where he goes back to his room after the day’s schedules are done. And he checks up on his manager who says ‘turns out it wasn’t the flu! I just feel like I have the flu! So I went out and bought hot lemon tea and the limited edition KaniBread! You should go back out and get the KaniBread before it sells out!’ to which Maru is like... ‘you’re too sick to come to work but you’re feeling well enough to go out and get limited edition stuff?’ and the manager was like ‘....yes’ which my fangirl feels totally understand. I will go out dogsick to get an LE of KAT-TUN’s stuff or to go to a limited time cafe or something, but am I f*ck going to work if I feel sick.

☆ So Maru goes to the bathroom but ends up slipping on a banana. When he wakes up, his shadow had detached himself from Maru so now the shadow is running rampant all over Maru’s house. So Maru attempts to catch him and this leads into THE climax of the show which is a long 10 - 20 minute long performance where he used special effects, projection mapping, smells (of biscuits and hot lemon tea), special flying and maneuvering devices, sparkly outfits, suspended dancing glowing balls/crystals etc. It’s just so visually pleasing and it visually enjoyable during this last segment! All of KT’s and Maru’s performance habits came out in this one! We had the classic green light beam performance, we had Maru beatboxing, the very JE sparkly, shiny outfits. I also really loved the space segment of this performance too. He was on a blacked out rodeo horse thing and it made him look like he was floating in space which was so cool! Also at one point, the entire room went black except for some ‘falling’ colourful balls that came down from the sky and then in the center Maru popped up! The entire audience freaked back it was in the center of the first floor audience area! The fans were SO close to him!!

Such an amazing finale!

☆ During the Curtain Call Maru mentioned that there’s still some stuff he can’t talk about and he mentioned ‘KAT-TUN Events’ to which I freaked out because usually he would say ‘Con/Live’ if it was going to be a concert but because he specifically said ‘EVENTS’ my brain was going ten to the dozen! What events?! Debut event?! New album?! New Drama?! New Concert?! Another Line Live?! All of them?! What is in store for us?! So excited!!

#kat-tun #Nakamaru Yuichi #中丸雄一 #中丸君の楽しい時間 #中丸君の楽しい時間3 #report #review #stage #stage play #舞台

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pvrestwolff · 5 years

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—- are you ready for another bad poem? one more off key anthem? let your teeth sink in; remember me as i was, not as i am.

trident’s task 003; playlists.

playlist 01. // about ekaterina.

01. girl // the beatles ---- she's the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there, you feel a fool. when you say she's looking good, she acts as if it's understood; she's cool.

02. everybody wants to rule the world // tears for fears ---- help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure, nothing ever lasts forever; everybody wants to rule the world.

03. what’s wrong // pvris ---- oh, it's all getting old; no, i didn't want this throne. only fools make feasts of gold, they rot the fruit on tables.

04. all that’s known // spring awakening cast ---- on i go, to wonder and to learning; name the stars and know their dark returning. i'm calling to know the world's true yearning; the hunger that a child feels for everything they're shown.

05. the schuyler sisters // hamilton cast ---- i’ve been reading common sense by thomas paine, so men say that i’m intense or i’m insane. you want a revolution? i want a revelation, so listen to my declaration: “we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.”. and when i meet thomas jefferson-- i’m ‘a compel him to include women in the sequel!

06. rhiannon // fleetwood mac ---- she is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness. she rules her life like a fine skylark and when the sky is starless; all your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind. would you stay if she promised you heaven? will you ever win?

07. ship to wreck // florence + the machine ---- ah, my love remind me, what was it that i said? i can't help but pull the earth around me to make my bed. and, ah, my love remind me, what was it that i did? did i drink too much? am i losing touch? did i build a ship to wreck?

08. elastic heart // sia ---- i wanted it, i wanted it bad, but there were so many red flags. now another one bites the dust; yeah, let's be clear, i'll trust no one.

09. devil in me // halsey ---- you said i'm too much to handle; you said i shine too bright, i burnt the candle; flew too high. i won't take anyone down if i crawl tonight, but i still let everyone down when i change in size. and i went tumbling down tryna reach your high, but i scream too loud if i speak my mind.

10. are you satisfied? // marina ---- high achiever, don't you see? baby, nothing comes for free. they say i'm a control freak, driven by a greed to succeed. nobody can stop me-- 'cause it's my problem if i wanna pack up and run away, it's my business if i feel the need to smoke and drink and swear; it's my problem, it's my problem if i feel the need to hide, and it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.

11. disco tits // tove lo ---- you think i'm drunk now, but i am not-- you're so pretty, come roll with me. i'm 'bout to get down, i'm high as fuck; i'm no chemist, but it's good shit.

12. greedy // ariana grande ---- i don't need a phone call, got nothing to say. i'm ‘a tell you when it's over, got no games to play. you know that i'm coming tonight, i know i'm coming tonight; i just need to get this out the way.

13. wreak havoc // skylar grey ---- i don’t give a fuck when i walk into battle and that’s why i got all the power; i’m where you wanna be, ain’t no one ahead of me; all of my enemies made a decision it's better to follow me. i make no apologies; all of my sins i would repeat and i repeat, cause i'm ‘a be me 'til the death of me.

14. the weight of living part i // bastille ---- there's an albatross around your neck; all the things you've said and the things you've done. can you carry it with no regrets? can you stand the person you've become?

15. die wild // dia frampton ---- if there is no heaven, fuck it, you can sleep with me tonight. we can all just be tragic or lucky beneath the faded stars. i don't wanna get better, i wanna burn like the fourth of july; a little bit of god to fill me up, a little bit of spit in my eye.

playlist 02. // ekaterina’s favourites.

01. just a girl // no doubt ---- oh, i'm just a girl, guess i'm some kind of freak, 'cause they all sit and stare with their eyes. oh, i'm just a girl, take a good look at me: just your typical prototype; oh, i've had it up to here!

02. dreams // gabrielle aplin, bastille ---- now here i go again, i see the crystal vision; i keep my visions to myself. it's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams-- have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

03. let go // frou frou ---- drink up baby doll, mm, are you in or out? leave your things behind, ‘cause it's all going off without you.

04. dream a little dream of me // the mamas and the papas ---- stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper "i love you."; birds singin' in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me.

05. you don’t own me // grace, g-eazy ---- you don't own me, don't try to change me in any way. you don't own me, don't tie me down 'cause i'd never stay.

06. celebrity skin // hole ---- when i wake up in my makeup, have you ever felt so used up as this? it's all so sugarless; hooker, waitress, model, actress-- oh, just go nameless.

07. i put a spell on you // annie lennox ---- you know i love you; i love you, i love you, i love you anyhow-- and i don't care if you don't want me, i'm yours right now.

08. the sweet escape // gwen stefani ---- you melt me down, i'm at my lowest boiling point, come help me out, i need to get me out of this joint; come on, let's bounce, counting on you to turn me around; instead of clowning around, let's look for some common ground.

09. hard out here // lily allen ---- sometimes it's hard to find the words to say-- i'll go ahead and say them anyway: forget your balls and grow a pair of tits.

10. body say // demi lovato ---- if i had it my way, i would take the lead. and if i had it my way, i would take you deep. if my body had a say, i'd get it off my chest-- show you all the red lace underneath this dress

11. twist of fate // olivia newton-john ---- a higher voice has called the tune, two hearts that lost the beat will now resume; the gift of life extension by divine intervention; it's gotta be a strange twist of fate, telling me that heaven can wait-- telling me to get it right this time. life doesn't mean a thing, without the love you bring; love is what we've found, the second time around.

12. god is a woman // ariana grande ---- i can be all the things you told me not to be; when you try to come for me, i keep on flourishing; and he see the universe when i'm the company-- it's all in me.

13. never enough // loren allred ---- all the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars we steal from the night sky will never be enough; never be enough. towers of gold are still too little, these hands could hold the world but it'll never be enough.

14. how ‘bout a dance // bonnie and clyde cast ---- let's make a start, music like this can really throw ya. you'll lose the blues and you may lose your heart.

15. la vie en rose // édith piaf ---- il est entré dans mon coeur; une part de bonheur dont je connais la cause. (he has entered into my heart; a bit of happiness that i know the cause of.)

#task003 #//** this is like a fraction of what ekaterina's playlist is but here's thirty songs for her recent thirtieth birthday #♛ [ ** 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ⁎⁎ ] PRINCESS EKATERINA #trident;task #☾ [ ** 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘺 ⁎⁎ ] TASKS #♛ [ ** 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 ⁎⁎ ] MUSIC

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cassie-babyz · 7 years

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[190909 TRANS] Joongdong BLUE Fansign Fanaccount Compilation

Q. Youngjae-ya! When is your solo coming out!!! I’m waitingㅠㅠ YJ: Hmm.. In a little while?

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YG: Age is just a number Our hearts are still as we were

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Q. Daehyun-ah. You’re doing really well on your musicalㅠ. I welcome that eagerness with open arms!!! Do you perhaps have something else that you want to challenge? I’m curious >_< DH: I still want to do more!

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Q. Himchan oppa♡ Please tell me your thoughts and why you opened and closed “Honeymoon”. I’m curious >_< HC: Suddenly, during recording

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Q. Jongup-ah. You had solo activities didn’t you. You were totally cool, but do you have any plans for another solo activity?? If you don’t then please a hint for your plans...♡ JU: Nothing

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Jongup What is your favourite song from all of BAP’s songs? JU: One Shot

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Zelo Please tell me the minam [T/N: Handsome man] ranking within BAP ZL: 1st Daehyun 2nd Youngjae 3rd Himchan 4th Yongguk 5th Jongup 6th Junhong

When OP exclaimed at him putting himself last, he just quietly nodded his head.

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ZELO What song is the funnest to sing at concerts? ZL: Honeymoon

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Please write something that’ll make my heart throb!!!! HC: I don’t like you

After seeing his answer: Fan: ???? HC: Hehe, bad boy style hehe Fan: Ahh.. ...

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The reason for buying your scooter is?? (P.S. What is scooter to Bang Yongguk?) YG: Go outdoors Bang Yongguk

Fan: Do you still ride your scooter? YG: Yes!! Fan: Is it fun?? YG: Lately it’s what’s pleasurable in my life.. *makes a satisfied face*

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Where do you hide your real wings? (Anticipating a sweet answer >▽<) ZL: They haven’t grown yet kekeke

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I’ve been a fan since BAP debuted and I promise that I’ll support BAP till the end. I live overseas and it’s a little difficult, so please say something to me~ JU: That’s so cool Let’s be happy together!

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I’ve been a fan since BAP debuted and I promise that I’ll support BAP till the end. I live overseas and it’s a little difficult, so please say something to me~ ZL: I love you♡ [T/N: I can’t for my life read what he wrote in the first line - the last two characters may be the fan’s name, ‘sica’ of ‘Jessica’, but I’m not sure]

Would you perhaps participate in Show Me The Money? Which team do you like? ZL: Dynamic Duo ♡

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I’ve been a fan since BAP debuted and I promise that I’ll support BAP till the end. I live overseas and it’s a little difficult, so please say something to me~ DH: Thank you! ㅠㅠ

Out of the families on Game of Thrones, which is your favourite? DH: ❌ Stark ◻️ Lannister ◻️ Targeryen

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I’ve been a fan since BAP debuted and I promise that I’ll support BAP till the end. I live overseas and it’s a little difficult, so please say something to me~ HC: Je t’aime❤ Thank you!

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I’ve been a fan since BAP debuted and I promise that I’ll support BAP till the end. I live overseas and it’s a little difficult, so please say something to me~ YG: Accept my energy!

I want to travel in Europe, but other than France and of your favourite which you’ve been to, which country should I visit? YG: TORINO

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I’ve been a fan since BAP debuted and I promise that I’ll support BAP till the end. I live overseas and it’s a little difficult, so please say something to me~ YJ: You came from France to Korea just to see us, thank you!!! Let’s meet again!

(cr: coordi_noona)

To. Yongguk oppa Oppa, I really love you, but how about you? YG: I love Boyoung (fan) too

Yongguk smiled after reading the question and immediately wrote down his answer fluidly.

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OP wanted to give the throat lozenge to Daehyun that Jun.k recommended when he did his musical, but since food gifts are prohibited, she decided to just show him which it was to recommend it to him. When he saw it, he got excited and exclaimed that “Ahh! I always eat that when I go to Japan!!”, and added “it’s mine😤” before putting it in his pocket.

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OP asked Himchan for Junhong’s secret on her post-it and their conversation went: HC: Junhong’s secret? Fan: Yes HC: He’s a fool Fan: Fool? HC: Yes, an idiot

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To. Yongguk Oppa I’m a new employee 5 days into the job, a word of strength from oppa please! YG: Endure it for a month

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To. Jonguppie Jonguppie, you’re perfect in your dance, singing and looks, but what do I need to become a perfect person like you?♡ JU: Thoughts

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Fan: I got many Jongup photocards this time round and I was really happy and liked it!! This is all because of the charm you drew last time!!! JU: Huh? That charm was actually effective.... Congratulations!

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Fan: Oppa is the handsomest out of everyone I’ve seen YJ: Yah! Honestly, that’s a lie

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Can you recommend a hair colour for me?♡ Please come to China! :) JU: Brown

Jongup smiled after OP told him she had shake shack yesterday, and he stared at her for a long time before writing an answer down.

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If you were to be back in the dorms again like before, who would you want your roommate to be? ZL: Yonggukie hyung ♡

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Which member is the scariest? Why? DH: No one!

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What’s Jonguppie to Himchan oppa? HC: Love-hate

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What will you do if a member uploads another post of you drunk on Instagram? JU: I’ll strike out at everyone

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Translations: cassie_babyz

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legoutdelamuscade-blog · 7 years

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Week 6: Une de mes histoires ...

Ceci est une histoire courte que j'ai écrit pour ma classe d'écriture créative ce semestre. Je ne l'ai pas encore révisé, alors peut-être que vous pouvez me dire ce que vous pensez ...

C'est la science-fiction, et c'est la première fois que j'écris dans ce genre, alors j'espère que ce n'est pas trop déroutant.

Hope “Do you have any mercy?” His voice was curious, not pleading.

She didn’t turn around, just continued watching the misty rain fall. She was close enough to the edge of the roof for the front of her flight suit to be covered in a thin layer of damp. Eventually enough would gather to drip down her sleeve, to her hand and hang suspended from the tip of a finger.

Dawn lasted a long time on the Volanar Sphere. Whether it was due to the moisture from the ocean and the river mouth, or the height of the cliffs obscuring the rising sun, or because it was just the way things worked here, she didn’t know, but it was peaceful, usually her favourite time of morning. It would still be if not for the message sent three days ago by the man behind her.

“Mercy is for God, and I’m fairly sure that he charges a price,” she said. She twisted back to look at him. Casimir Lauren was sitting comfortably in one of the floating nest-like chairs. At first glance he looked like an older man enjoying the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the observation platform “Why? Are you asking for it?” she asked.

“Now, Morven, why would I need mercy? Especially from you of all people?”

Morven only turned back to the rain. It created a haze over the castle-like buildings carved into the cliff face opposite. The silver spires catching the dull gleam of the morning sun.

“You believe in God?” Lauren asked.

“You seem surprised.”

“It’s such a… human concept.”

Morven frowned, though her back was still facing him. “I was raised by a human family. Humanity’s beliefs were the ones that I was taught. Why would I not accept them?”

“You’re not human.”

“As everyone seems so fond of reminding me.” She muttered under her breath. She finally faced him fully for the first time since they started talking. “What makes you think I give a damn about that?” She said as she crossed her arms and leaned against one of the arching supports of the roof.

“Most humans don’t even believe in God. They say he isn’t relevant anymore. Why would he be after over 6,000 years?” Lauren said. He sounded like a grandfather gently correcting a child’s moral blunder.

Morven shrugged. “The way I see it, if God is real, I’ve gained something I wouldn’t have otherwise if I didn’t believe. And if he isn’t? Well,” Morven shrugged, “Then I’ve lost nothing.”

“And what have you gained? If anything.”

Morven didn’t answer for a moment. “Hope,” she said, looking him in the eye. “In what?” Lauren asked. “That you can be redeemed? You think a human god will pardon everything you’ve done?”

“Most of which you made up to get the authorities after me.” Morven pushed off the support she was leaning on, hooking her hands in her pockets. “Either way, I’m long past redemption. I’m not even looking for it.” She took a step towards him. “I hope for justice. ‘Vengeance is mine, says the Lord.’ If God is real, then my hope for justice will be realised.”

“And if he isn’t?” Lauren asked.

Moven smiled bitterly, though she had a feeling it might have looked a tad manic. “Well then it’s given me something to do,” The smile disappeared. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here under ‘a flag of truce.’”

Lauren spun his chair slowly around to look out to the sea behind him. “Why are you so ardent in defending them?” he asked, ignoring her probing.

Morven frowned. “What makes you any better than them?” If he was insisting on his way, she would play along for now if she got her answers eventually. Hopefully.

He spun slightly back to her. “Like you actually care about my reasons. They’re primitives,” he told her anyway, disgust curling his lips slightly.

“Most species are compared to volanieers.”

“And yet we still open spheres to their worlds.”

Morven rolled her eyes. “Spheres are phenomena that naturally occur as the Universe expands,” she droned mockingly, as if he didn’t know the science, which she sometimes doubted. “The one to Earth would’ve formed whether we got involved or not. I don’t know why you get so concerned about it; a new sphere hasn’t formed in 800 years, and another one won’t few a few thousand, long after we’re both dead. I think humanity has evolved somewhat since then.”

“I forgot just how much you liked the parasites. You fell in love with one after all.”

Morven sighed and rolled her eyes. Lauren’s insults had been tired before she official became a nuisance to him. “Why are you here?” she asked.

Lauren frowned, examining her. Then his face relaxed and laugh. The kind of laugh a child make when they win a simple board game. “He doesn’t know you’re actually alive, does he? He still thinks you were killed on the energy harvester,” he said, smiling like the discovery was the best thing to have happened to him, and Morven knew it wasn’t.

Morven took her hand out of her pockets and straightened fully. She forced the expression to leave her face. “Why. Are. You here?”

“I know the others didn’t know,” he said as if she hadn’t spoken. “But I thought you would’ve at least told you’re little core group, or him at least. You and Garrett Harlock always were as thick as thieves. Not surprising really, given past events involving you both. Except this time, he doesn’t know. You don’t like being reminded I take it.”

Morven’s hands curled into fists, her nails digging into the skin of her palms. She could feel heat growing in her hands, with no place of origin she could pinpoint. The feeling used to scare her when she was a foreign child in a human household, where no one could explain what she was supposed to do.

“I wanted to kill you before you asked to talk,” she said lowly. “And I’ve wanted to kill you the last twenty minutes we’ve been going around in circles. Either you say what you came here to say or God’s not going to have to worry about vengeance for much longer.”

Lauren glanced down at the faint glow in her hands.“You’re not as patient as you were when you were younger. Did you pick that up from Harlock too, among other things?”

Morven could feel the burning in her eyes. Lauren could see the pale grey being eaten by gold, like fire licking at paper. “The bridge is behind you. Either use it, or you can find out exactly what’ve I learned since I died.”

Lauren clicked his tongue.“Threats, Morven? You can’t do that every time someone threatens him. Harlock’s a grown boy. “It’s also not very encouraging since I came peacefully to talk to you. It’s rather impolite, actually.”

Morven had to physically bite her tongue not to speak. Garret Harlock lived for being insulted. He loved throwing come-backs. He found it the best part of the fight sometimes.

No, she was just angry. Angry that Lauren was still alive and had stolen one brother and more mentors and friends than she cared to count. Angry that he had corrupted the government that once fed her on the streets and stood up for the people. Angry that he still threatened the people she cared for most in ways she knew he would follow through on. Angry that he treated death like a game. She had died two years ago. It wasn’t as painless as the stories said. Not even close.

“You think you can get away with killing me here?” He asked.

“After everything you’ve done to us, no one would bat an eye.”

“Ah yes, I forgot about your parents being here. What’s it like have parents who are king and queen of the castle? I always wondered what it’d be like to grow up as a prince.”

“I wouldn’t know, my parents aren’t royalty.” Morvan said

Lauren rose from his chair. When he was sitting down, it was so easy to forget just how tall he was, towering over nearly everyone under six feet.

Lauren started walking to the bridge, then paused halfway across the platform, like he suddenly had a thought. Morven knew it was for show. “I wonder though,” he said. “In getting to know your new family, how have you been keeping with the old one?”

Morven felt her heart jump with every muscle in her body. The burning in her eyes faded, but not in her hands. When enemies brought up your family, it usually wasn’t good. “I’m not the mood. What should I know that I clearly don’t?”

“Given that you have three biological brothers, and that you’re living with your birth family, do you consider the Harlock boys your brothers still? Actually, were they ever your brothers? That would’ve made things a bit awkward with Garrett I’m sure if they were.”

They had only fostered her, he knew that. She was never a Harlock.

Lauren put up a thoughtful front. His face creasing like he was solving a complicated equation. Except he wasn’t the student; he was the teacher who already had the answers.

“Tell me what you’ve done, or I’ll find out myself.” Her voice was hoarse, but it echoed in the hollow roof of the observation platform.

Lauren faced her directly.“You’re naturally powerful, Morven, but you’re not that good yet. Breaking shields is a delicate business. Too weak an attack, and it’s ineffective. Too strong, you could kill me without finding out what you need. And that’s only offensive. Is your mind protected? You were raised by a humans, not volanieers. The techniques you’ve been learning over the last five years? Everyone else has been practicing since they were children, and I am much older than you. Think carefully. Is it worth the risk for the people you love? Is it worth your life if you can’t save them?”

“What do you want?” Morven hated her voice in that moment. She rarely let it sound like anything but the anger she kept simmering. Now, all she could hear was her trembling fear. “You have your position. You have power. The only people who ever stood up to you are dead or scattered across the spheres, helpless.”

“You’re not a real threat yet. But you’re learning, quickly. What I want, is to stop you before you get in my way and become even more of a problem. It took five years to corner you, and you did enough in that time. You need to be taken care of, but who says I can’t enjoy breaking you apart? After everything you’ve done to me. Justice may be the Lord’s, dear Morven. But revenge is sweet.”

“They say it takes more courage to suffer than to die.”

“Well, given that you have ‘died,’ I suppose you can tell me if that’s true next time we meet. What’s is your youngest brother’s name? I keep getting their names confused.”

Morven stared at him.“Jamie,” she finally said faintly.

“Oh, yes. Jamie says ‘hello.’”

The burning in her eyes was back. Hot. She glared at him. “You son of a bitch. He hasn’t done anything. He’s fifteen!”

“No, but you have. You and Garrett Harlock. I warned you not to get involved. ‘Do your job and don’t ask questions.’ Don’t worry. He’s still alive. For now.” “What do you want?”

“Honestly? Nothing. As you said, I have everything I could want. Including you with your hands tied. Try anything, Erzsi, and I’ll kill him.” With that, Casimir Lauren turned and walked across the bridge back to the cliff through the rain. Erzsi Morven could only watch him walk away with her youngest brother’s life in his hands, waiting to squeeze the life from his lungs and throw his corpse at her feet.

She set her jaw and stalked out in the rain, not bothering to push away the wet strands of white hair that stuck to her face.. She hadn’t been lying when she said justice gave her something to do.

* * * “He’s waking up.”

Garret Harlock stood quickly at the sound of the voice. “Ma’am.”

The doctor looked amused at the title, “Ma’am? I like that, Have to get the others around here to start. They’re probably scared enough to.” She offered a genuine smile. “You’re my daughter’s family and best friend. Doctor Morven is perfectly fine if you need some kind of formality. Hopefully we’ll move past that.”

She motioned to the hall she had come from with her head, frizzy blond curls waving in the air as she did. “Would you like to see him? It will be a bit longer, but he’ll probably appreciate a familiar face when he does come to.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She raised an eyebrow. “Doctor,” he amended.

Tarana Morven reminded him of Erzsi from all those years ago. Sharp tongued. Mischievous. Erzsi still had the sharp tongue, but it was crueler. She was colder, more like her father now. But she was alive.

Tarana stopped at a doorway. Garrett hadn’t seen Jamie since they’d rescued him. All four of them, Erzsi, himself, Wes, and Jamie had been injured and scurried off for treatment, his younger brother first.

“Will-“

“He’ll be fine,” Tarana interrupted. “He’ll need a lot of rest, and various forms of therapy, but he will recover. He’s young, and he has a family that cares for him and will support him.” She smiled and reached up to rest her hand on his shoulder. Somehow it wasn’t awkward, despite the significant difference in height; she reminded Garrett of his mother.

She nodded back to the room. “Now go on. Let him wake up naturally, and don’t crowd him; he’ll be groggy.”

“Do you think he’ll remember we found him?”

“Possibly. Was he conscious?”

“He was when Ez found him.”

“Then he might. I’ll go and get her, might remind him if he starts to panic.”

“Could he hurt himself?”

Tarana pursed her lips as she watched his youngest brother sleep. “Possibly,” she admitted. “But he’s really too weak to cause significant damage. Hold him down gently if you have to. Mainly just keep him calm. I’ll be back once I get Erzsi over here.”

Garrett nodded and took a deep breath as he passed the doorway. Jamie inherited the height in the their family, and he was still a growing teenager, but the white bed made him look even paler than he actually was, the brightness of the sheets against his dark hair making him look tiny and frail.

Garrett sat in one of the chairs in the room. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but compared to the rest of the Volanar Sphere, it seemed cold and unnatural, like the rest of the medical ward. The volanieers loved the open air, though, so the open window allowed the smell of the sea to seep in and chase away some of the sterileness.

Movement in the corner of his vision made him spin towards the door. Erzsi Morven looked nothing like her mother. She was shorter, much paler, and her straight hair had gone grey when she was a child as opposed to her mother’s vibrant curls. She used to joke it was proof of her wisdom so they should listen to her.

“Mother said it was a good idea for me to be here,” she said, unsure.

“He hasn’t woken up yet. She said it wouldn’t be long.”

Erzsi nodded. The cut along the left side of her face was treated, but would probably scar. “May I sit?” she asked after a moment, motioning to the other chair next to his.

“Oh, of course.”

She sat on the edge of the seat, tense, as if ready to run, which she probably was. She was older than the last time he’d seen her with the shadows beneath her eyes. She was harder to read, but he could tell she was trying not to be affected. Which he knew wasn’t true. Else she wouldn’t have come out of hiding to find Jamie. She wouldn’t have found Garrett. He wondered what she had seen in the five years since she ‘died.’ If she would tell him.

“I’m not mad at you.”

She turned away from watching Jamie, surprised. “Garrett, I disappeared for five years. I let everyone fight the war I help start while I hid. I didn’t even tell you. I let you mourn. I lied-”

“To protect us,” Garrett interrupted. He stood and walked to the window. In the distance, he could see the shadow of a planet looming in the shy, a projection cause by overlapping spheres. The closer you came to the portals between sphere, the fainter it became until it disappeared. He’d never been to the Volanar Sphere, he didn’t know which planet to one he was looking at was. “I know why you did it. Yes, I mourned. You’re the women I love, and I missed you. I would be flying, and would open the channel to tell you a joke, and then remember that you weren’t my wing mate anymore. I would hear a conversation and want to tell you about it and realise I could’t. And losing people was the worst, because I couldn’t come to you afterwards.” He turned back around and faced the bed again. “So, life was shit.”

“Then three years ago the rumours started. We started hearing stories from refugees, from contacts in the blue light districts, myths from Lauren’s men. They called you a ghost. And at first, I didn’t want to believe that. Ask Wes, I kept switching between hope that it was you, because it could have been, and then I was frustrated because it couldn’t have been; I watched you die. At some point I decided it couldn’t possibly be you, or you would have come back. You would’ve come home.”

“Garrett-”

“Let me finish.” Then in a gentler tone, “Please.”

She nodded quickly.

“Then one day we got a tip about a job Lauren was running in the blue light district on the Fomalhaut Sphere.” He looked at her. “Except someone beat us there.”

“Garrett-”

“I didn’t know it was you.” He wouldn’t let her talk. He needed her to understand why he wasn’t angry, or apathetic. Why he understood. Lieutenant Erzsi Jednak, the name the government had given her when she was found, supposedly abandoned, was too prominent. A ghost was just another Volanieer walking the streets. The authorities tended not to look for you if you were dead.

“I saw you, and followed you, of course. We’d been hearing about you for months, handing us intel through our own network.”

“I remember.” Erzsi looked up. Her eyes were just grey. He remembers them burning gold that night. “What gave me away? I’m not the only Volanieer out there.”

“That move you pulled on me when I caught up.”

“You’re legs are too damn long.”

Garrett snorted. His height was a running joke with everyone. “Well, that was the thing. When you flipped off the wall to grapple me, you knew how tall I was.”

“Surely I’m not the only one in the universe capable of judging how high I need to climb to topple a six-foot-four man.”

“No, you’re not. It was when I twisted your weak arm. It gave way too quickly. You shouted.” “Are you telling me-”

“That I know what you sound like when you shout? Erzsi, I’m the one who broke your arm in the first place. I will never forget the sound you made.”

“You did feel pretty guilty afterwards.”

“And you completely used that to you advantage.” Erzsi laughed. “And you clearly still have no shame about that.” Garrett sat back down and took her hand. It was covered in healing cuts she’d gotten the night before. “I still had doubts. But did some digging. The descriptions, the techniques. There were too many coincidences.”

“But I never came back.”

“You did. Else my little brother wouldn’t be here.”

“Speaking of the third party in the room. You two are loud.”

Both spun at Jamie’s voice, and Garrett stood and one to the head of the bed. “Or you are, Garrett. You haven’t said much since I started paying attention, Ez.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough for you to kiss and make up.” Jamie made a face. “Actually please don’t. I don’t think I can take more sickness.”

Erzsi stood. “Good to see you haven’t matured, Jamie.” She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “I’ll let you two talk.”

“Ez?” Jamie stopped her at the doorway. “Thanks for coming after me.”

Erzsi rolled her eyes. “If I hadn’t, you would’ve haunted me. And as much as I love you, I couldn’t put up with that for the rest of my life.”

“You’ll come back?”

Erzsi tapped her head near the closures holding the cut closed, “I scarred up my pretty face coming after you, I’d plan on making sure it was worth my while.”

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victoria’s secret

WARNING: 2927 WORTH OF CRACK and also how many times Jeon Jeongguk can fuck up while saying “Victoria’s Secret”

Contains foul language and mentions of sex

this is part 2 of my birthday celebration!!! this one is specially dedicated to my favourite jjk thigh enthusiast, @97gguks, ily bby ❤️ i was inspired by all the trash we talk about, it’s our quality conversations that keep me going tbh :’)

Summary: In which you teach Jeon Jeongguk a little lesson. Jeongguk is looking for a summer job, and you’ve offered to help him look for one, but when his cockiness and smug confidence pisses you off, you decide to take revenge. And revenge is as sweet as the body mist from Victoria’s Secret.

“9-5 office hours, admin work. $10 an hour. Includes filing and organizing paperwork.”

“Overqualified,” Jeongguk indulges in a lazy stretch with his arms above his head, causing his white t-shirt to teasingly stray just shy of his happy trail. Taking a deep breath in an effort to regain patience and self-control, you skim down the list of classified ads once more.

“Stock manager for a grocery store, $8 an hour-“ Jeongguk sits up immediately, eyes blazing in indignance.

“Such a handsome face like this, stuck in the backroom all day? _________, you’ve got to be kidding me. Someone with my looks was born to be in the frontline, babe.” The way he preens as he checks his reflection in his phone screen and runs a careless hand through his hair only to have every strand of it fall back into place perfectly should irk you, but the casual way in which he drops that endearment has you a little flustered.

Hoping to hide your flushed cheeks, you flip the paper over with a huff instead, fully intending on giving up on helping Jeon Jeongguk in his search for a summer job. He’s obviously way too self absorbed for this, although he tells you that he really does need that extra money for that upcoming Big Bang concert next month. He’d evaporate before he’d miss a chance to see G Dragon live and rapping before his very eyes.

“What did you have in mind when you said a summer job? Sitting on your lazy ass and getting paid to do nothing?” You can’t keep the exasperation out of your voice.

“Sitting on this very perky ass and getting paid,” Jeongguk amends with a cocky smirk. You roll your eyes at him and continue flipping through the section of the paper, if not to take your mind off a very perky ass sitting only a few spaces away from you.

Just then, your eyes chance upon a listing, and you smirk in retaliation. “Hey, what about this one? Sales and retailing assistant, $9 an hour and you get staff benefits!”

Jeongguk continues to scroll through his phone. “Where is this at?”

“Oh, at a fragrance store in town,” you say vaguely, making sure to emphasise on the word ‘fragrance’. As you predicted, his love for perfumes and anything that smells nice has him hooked, and his interest is piqued. He lowers his phone and reaches out for the newspaper.

“That’s passable I guess. Hand me the paper so I can call.”

“Oh no it’s okay, I’ll do it for you,” you say sweetly as you reach for your own phone and dial the number listed, dodging his grasp as you walk out of the room.

“Hi, I’m calling to ask about that sales position you advertised…”

Jeon Jeongguk is not a baby, but he sure does act like one sometimes.

It’s his first day at his new job, and your phone won’t stop ringing, the vibration from its silent mode chafing your skin. When you wrench it out of the pocket of your jeans and throw it onto the table, it almost leaps off the surface with its nonstop vibration until you relent and answer.

“__________ what the fuck is this place? This is NOT a fragrance store at all.”

“Um, hello to you too. What do you mean? Does it not smell good?”

“No- I mean hell yes it smells fucking good in here but it’s all pink everywhere and… there are… naked women walking around everywhere.” He whispers the last part in a choked voice, and you can almost imagine how the tips of his ears are turning red and how his eyes are probably bulging out of his head right now.

“Jeongguk, I’m sure they’re not naked, that would be public indecency, and it’s a crime. Aren’t you supposed to be at work right now? How do you have time to call me?”

“I’m hiding out in a corner between the body lotion and hand cream,” he whispers furtively.

“Wait, did you not get assigned to a job or something? Like organising fragrances by name, tending the till, helping customers?”

“I did!” He all but whisper-shouts vehemently into the phone. “Sajang-nim assigned me to fold the… b… br… pa.. pant…”

“What did Sajang-nim assign you to, Kook-ah?” You ask sweetly, an evil smile spreading across your face.

“To the… brasandpanties!”

“Wait what?” You gasp dramatically into the phone. “But I thought it was a fragrance store! Not an underwear store. Did you go to the wrong store, Kook? What’s the name of it?”

“Fuck if I know if this is the right store, you didn’t tell me the name of it from the advert you answered!!”

By now your stomach is aching from holding in your laughter at the mental image of Jeongguk hiding out in the only corner of the store that’s free of any traces of lingerie or half naked women.

“Jeongguk, tell me the name of the store.”

“It’s… wait,” sounds of his panicked, heavy breaths follow, and it sounds like he’s running out of the store. “What the fuck is this? Who the hell is Victoria and what is her secret?”

At some point he must have hung up, because when you regain the mental capacity and strength to get up from the floor from your giggling fit and pick up your phone, all that greets you is an empty dial tone.

Dealing with Jeon Jeongguk is like playing a game of chess. You always have to think a few steps ahead of your opponent and know how to hit them where it hurts the most. Thankfully, after being Jeongguk’s best friend and roommate for five years, you know exactly where all his weak spots are.

So when the evening of his first job rolls around and he storms into the house, fuming and fully intending on unleashing his pent up embarrassment on you, he stops short when he sees you’ve invited his high school friends over.

“Where’s ________? Why are you guys here?”

“ ______ called us and said she’d be making dinner to celebrate your first day at work,” Taehyung says with his eyes still glued to the screen. “Dammit Jimin I told you not to shoot that banana peel at me!”

“All’s fair in Mario Kart,” Jimin giggles as he shoots past the finish line, throwing up his hands in victory. “Oh, __________ is in the kitchen.”

Just as you begin to hear his footsteps directed toward the kitchen, you grab the pot of stew off the stove and head for the dining table, brushing casually past him and setting it on the table, announcing that dinner is ready.

“Kook ah, how was your first day at work?” You ask innocently, watching as Taehyung and Jimin take their seats opposite you. Jeongguk has a pained expression on his face as he slides into the seat next to you.

“Um, it was okay,” he says quietly, taking a nervous sip from his water glass.

“Come on man, we need more details!! Did you get us anything?? You have staff benefits don’t you?”

“W-what? What are you talking about?” Jeongguk reddens immediately, and he chugs the entire glass of water in a single breath.

“C’mon, don’t you have a dirty magazine or something at least? Pictures?” Taehyung waggles his eyebrows, a lewd grin spreading across his face. “Dressing room pictures?”

Jeongguk stands up so quickly that his chair falls over behind him. The three of you at the table look at him in surprise, and he fumbles around for something to say.

“Jeongguk, are you alright?” You place a hand on his wrist in concern.

“I need to drink my milk.” With that, he storms off into his room and slams the door.

“Thanks again, boys.” You peel off a couple of bills from a wad of cash in your wallet, handing them to Jimin and Taehyung.

“Anytime, ___________.” Taehyung snatches his share from your hands eagerly. “Now I can get that new honey butter chip that just came out! And I won’t share any with you!” He sticks out his tongue at Jimin.

Jimin hesitates a little as you push the money into his hands. “___________, is Jeongguk gonna be okay? You know how squeamish he gets with these things.”

“Oh he’ll be fine.” You wave away his concern. “Now get going. Don’t you all have homework to do?”

“__________, we graduated already!”

“Oh really? Sorry. Sometimes I forget,” you push them out of your house and slam the door.

As you head to your room, you dig out a pink box from the depths of your closet, a gift from your ex that you’d never had the chance to wear and tuck it under your arm. Making a quick detour to the fridge, you retrieve his favourite brand of milk that you bought specially for today before heading to his room, knocking on his door gently.

“Jeongguk, open the door.” When there’s no response, you decide that you have to up the stakes.

“I have milk.” The door opens slowly, and you peek your head inside the dark room. He’s sitting on his bed on his phone as usual, and you approach him, placing the carton of milk on his desk.

“Kook, I’m sorry about your friends. But I need your help with something.” Upon hearing your serious tone, he turns to look at you as you situate yourself on the bed next to him.

“I have a date tomorrow, and I though I’d get your opinion as a man.” You set the box on the bed between you and open the lid. “Do you think this is okay?”

There’s a black lace bra nestled in mounds of tissue paper, and his eyes immediately widen upon seeing it. He looks at the bra, then at your chest for a millisecond before tearing his eyes away, and even in the dim light of the room, you can see his blush from miles away.

“What do you think? Do you think it’ll look good on me?” You prompt him.

“Um yeah, I like it. I like you- I mean, I like your secret. From Victoria. I like the secret that Victoria gave you.” His response comes out in a rush of almost unintelligible words. Jeongguk is careful to put distance between himself and your pink box, as if it’ll burn him if he comes into contact with it. To cover up his fumbling, he reaches for the milk and tears it open, taking a nervous gulp.

“Really?” You pretend not to notice his slip. “Thanks, Kookie!!”

You reach over the box to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, which causes him to nearly choke on his milk before bounding out of the room.

It’s his second day of work, but your phone has been silent all day. He didn’t even hug you goodbye this morning before leaving for work, and a part of you worries that you’ve taken it too far. But then again, this is the man-child who takes extreme pleasure in cockblocking you every time you bring a man home to try and relieve some of that sexual tension induced by Jeongguk himself.

When you hear keys turning in the doorway, you jump up from your seat on the couch and race into your room, pulling out that pink box again. Tossing the bra onto your bed, you wait to hear his footsteps in the hallway before calling out his name.

“Kook, can you help me out with this for a second?” For a moment it feels as if he’ll ignore you on purpose, but you hear him give a sigh and head for your room.

“Which scent should I wear tonight for my date?” You ask when he pokes his head around the doorframe. “Come here and smell this.”

Tugging him into your room, you spray about five different scents on his wrist and arm, peppering him with questions about which he likes the best. Jeongguk’s eyes constantly stray to the bra on the bed, and his fidgeting increases more and more as the minutes tick past.

You pretend to be deep in thought as you deliberate between Pure Seduction and Sweet Love, but you’re all too aware of his smoldering eyes on you.

“Who’s your date? Is it Jisoo? Didn’t you break up with him ages ago?”

You hum in thought as you sniff his wrist again. “I think we’re better off as fuck buddies, to be completely honest.”

“You’re meeting him to fuck him? You can’t!”

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms.

“Um, I mean… he sleeps around so much, you never know what kind of diseases he’s picked up by now. And if you wanted a good fuck, you probably don’t have to look so far for one.” His confidence knows no bounds.

You pretend to look him up and down, and wrinkle your nose. “Ew, no thanks. I’d rather fuck a man, not a baby like you. At least Jisoo oppa can say the words ‘bra and panties’ without stammering.”

Jeongguk immediately freezes upon hearing those words. “Th-that’s not true!! I can say those words! And I’m a man too, in case you haven’t realised.”

You give him a snort of laughter. “What kind of man still drinks milk?”

“It’s a good source of protein!” He argues back. “Look, I can prove that I am a man. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to my workplace and I’ll pick out a pair of br- underwear for you, ok? And I’ll even buy you a body mist too. There’s a new bestseller that smells better than any of this crap. Just don’t meet Jisoo tonight please,” he begs.

You place a finger on your chin and pretend to think it over seriously. “On one condition. Jimin and Taehyung have to tag along.”

“After this I’m so getting Overwatch on steam,” Taehyung says as he trails behind you and Jimin. “Get ready to get your ass kicked, Park Jimin.”

“You’re the one who should be afraid-“

“Kids! Can you please behave like grown men for an hour? After that you can revert back to your five year old selves for all I care,” you hiss at them as you crane your neck over the rows and rows of lingerie and body mists, looking for a golden brown head of hair.

You spot him over by the section of push up bras, looking stressed out and trying his best to refrain from staring at the poster of a woman modelling the Bombshell bra right next to the display. When he spots you, his expression brightens for the first time in a long while.

Taehyung is ogling openly at the model on the poster. “Dude, this is so much better than a sex toy store. Here you get to stare, for free!!!”

Jeongguk immediately elbows him hard in the ribs, bowing apologetically to a few other customers who are browsing nearby.

“Jeongguk, do you have any reccomendations? I feel like going for satin this time, or maybe I should just stick with lace? Ooh or how about this babydoll?”

He’s struggling to maintain his composure as he stutters. “Um I-I think anything would look good on you, ___________.”

“Ok, then I’ll get this babydoll and these too!” You shove the sheer pink lace babydoll into his arms followed by one or two lace panties. “Where’s that best seller that you told me about?”

Jeongguk is struggling with the handful of lingerie in his arms, but he miraculously manages not to drop anything. “Um, over there.”

Taehyung and Jimin bound towards the fragrance section, and you follow them with Jeongguk beside you.

“I’m so glad you let us visit you at your workplace, Kookie!” You exclaim as you browse the huge selection of body mists on display.

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” he gives you a little smirk. “And you should probably stop calling me that, since I’m a man now.”

“Our little Kookie has grown up!!!!” Jimin reaches to ruffle his hair fondly. “I still remember the days where you ran away at the sight of girls. Oh, remember that time where Yeri came to watch you at your basketball game and you got hit in the face with the ball??” Jimin is almost doubled over in laughter.

“OH and that time where he nearly pissed his pants when two girls surprised him at his locker for Valentine’s Day!” Taehyung joins in, and he almost knocks over a row of perfumes in his mirth.

Jeongguk snatches a bottle off the rack, struggling to contain his annoyance since he can’t punch them in his workplace.

“Oh, is this the one? Secret Noir Tease body mist,” you read off the label.

“It’s our best seller,” he gives a confident smile as he spritzes a few pumps of it into the air. The sweet scent coupled with a tinge of vanilla, red plum and freesia immediately hits your nose. “It’s perfect for dates, or for that mysterious man you’re so attracted to, and it has that hint of vanilla that makes it sweet, and also that tinge of red plum for that tangy scent. Perfect for a tease, kind of like you.”

Taehyung and Jimin are staring at Jeongguk, who doesn’t show a single trace of awkwardness at all now. “Wow, Kookie, when did you become this manly?”

He side-eyes them with a little smirk. “It’s my Victoria’s Secret.”

A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR THIS TRASH omg but i hope you liked it anyway, thank you all for all your support and love so far!!! please let me know what you think, as usual :>

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dojaeism-archived · 4 years

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Hello, hope you've been well! I've been very busy recently with a lot of things and it's been giving me headaches but other than that I've been pretty good! Ah, it seems more interesting than Psych alone because of how broad it is... I hope you don't hate doing it though, subjects get really tough if one doesn't enjoy them or detests them (the only reason I hated Physics; my teacher didn't do a good job at explaining it and I learnt everything by myself after school) - ❄️

im writing more for these asks than some of my assignments lmfaoo 😭😭

I'm good at Math and anything related to it, but for some reason I could never understand anything other than the formulas and problems in Physics hence why I went for Psychology only instead of Psychiatry... Oh, I'm sure once I reveal myself you can find a few things I've made; there were quite a lot but I got rid of my art sideblog because it was too time-consuming and kind of cleared my main a few months ago so there's like only 2-3 here, but there's some on my other sideblogs as well! - ❄️

I used to only make breakfast items or pasta before but now I learnt how to cook almost everything -once again courtesy of quarantine Lol- and I enjoy making any kind of dessert; but Cheesecake and Tiramisu are my favourite, along with Quiche! Among things on stove, I quite enjoy making dumplings and stews ^^ I've been okay-ish in the kitchen since I was little, but my sisters? A fire in the microwave, oil splashed all over the stove and the only thing they're decent at is fries + ramen - ❄️

but I think they'll learn as time passes! Ah, I don't gif exo that much; I think there might've been a couple sets before I cleared my blog but I gif 2 other groups mostly... there's this multi blog I need to post more on but since I've been busy I've barely had time to post there T^T that's where my nct and exo sets will go (if I ever get to making them) I took part in this event for the purpose to have an exo-l as a friend too; since I gif those I have friends in the fandom of the most - ❄️

Ça bien; je suis sur le point de le terminer bientôt et j'aurai un examen~ Non, ton Français va bien! It starts in November or mid-November I think, not too sure since it keeps getting delayed :( II used to only play Tomb Raider or The Uncharted; maybe a little NFS if I'm up for it haha so I get you... My friend plays Genshin so that's where I know of it from, she forced me to sit down and have a go but I lost interest too quick XD - ❄️

omg my dad always drinks tea! I don't think I've ever seen him sitting down without a cup right next to him; rare to catch him having water unless it's midnight Lol Ah, thank you :D things have been pretty okay but I guess once college starts it'll get more hectic than it already is. Take care! - ❄️

hellooo im glad to hear that you’ve been keeping busy but please don’t let that get in the way of you taking care of yourself!! but don’t worry, i definitely enjoy it!! its just that sometimes there’s that lingering question of “would it have been better if id done something else” ya know… but its all good! it sucks when teachers don’t do their job properly and end up causing students to lose interest in their subjects 😭

ohh omg im so excited to find out who you are now lmfaooo i cant wait aaaaaaa but how many sideblogs do you run??? it sounds like you have quite a few :0

its great that you’ve managed to get something out of this quarantine!!! i cooked a lot at the beginning too but now im just like.. eh….. i loveeee tiramisu but im not really a fan of cheesecake lol its too… (idk what the word is but like thick? like it gets sickening after u eat it too much LOL) but ive never had quiche :0 or stew actually HAHAHA omg but dumplings!!!! im obsessed with themkjjgfnklfg but i totally relate to ur sisters, when i was younger i wasn’t allowed in the kitchen when the adults were cooking cos they were worried id set something on fire lmfao but speaking from experience, they’ll definitely learn as they get older!

ohh its interesting that you don’t gif exo all that much, i don’t either even if they’re my ult group which is a lil funny except me thinks but oh well!! its cool that you joined this event to make friends tho, and i look forward to getting to know you better and us becoming closer friends hehehe what other groups do you gif for then?

CRYING BC idk why i didn’t expect the french reply when i started it 😭 but anyways bonne chance pour ton examen!! j'espère que ça va bien ~

ohh omg tomb raider and uncharted 🥺 reminds me of when i was younger and all my friends would play them hahah but tbh idek why im so obsessed with genshin, i literally played for like 14 hours straight over the weekend which is crazy since usually i absolutely have no interest in games at all 😭😭😭

good luck for college, make sure to rest well now especially since things are gonna get a lot busier!!!! take care 💗

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